Princess Against the World

"Zhizhi..."

The mouse squeaked twice as if in protest.

"How dare you dare to challenge me..."

Feng Chenglin cursed angrily, enduring the pain in his hands and feet, and struggled to sit up.

"Wait...just wait for me...see if I don't kill you..."

A figure stopped outside the prison: "I thought you were half-dead and waiting to die! I didn't expect that you still have the strength to compete with a mouse!!"

Ling Luoyu folded his arms and leaned on the railing, not looking at Feng Chenglin.

Because she was afraid that he would see the tiredness in her eyes.

Feng Chenglin's body froze for a moment, and after a long while, he muttered: "I must be so damn hungry... I actually saw Third Young Master... Damn it! I don't know where this bastard went. If you fucking die, you can at least give me a dream..."

Before he finished speaking, something hit him hard on the head.

"Damn fat man, I thought you were worse off than dead, but I didn't expect you were like this and you could still entertain yourself..."

The pain in his head made Feng Chenglin finally believe his eyes, looked at her in disbelief for a moment, and suddenly laughed loudly.

"Haha... Third Young Master, it's really you!! I knew you had nine damn lives and you wouldn't die easily... It would be better if you didn't die, it would be fine if you didn't die... I'm still thinking about it I can’t explain it to your family..."

He laughed, but the tears in his eyes couldn't stop falling.

He had to force a smile on his face and be happy!

Otherwise, seeing his miserable appearance, Ling Luoyu's heart would be even more uncomfortable.

Ling Luoyu's tears also ran down the embankment. He raised his hand to twist off the railing, squatted down beside him, and looked at his wounds.

The wounds on Feng Chenglin's wrists and ankles were already scarred, but judging from the degree of their distortion, his hands and feet were completely disabled.

"Third Young Master, I'm fine... I have money, just find someone to take care of me in the future..."

Feng Chenglin murmured and laughed indifferently, but he felt a little silly for no reason.

"You have arms and legs, why do you want others to take care of you!? It's just a minor injury... What? You just want to be lazy and not do anything? Aren't you afraid that Hao Qingyou will divorce you?!"

Ling Luoyu chuckled and punched Feng Chenglin on the chest.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, it won't be that easy even if you want to be crippled or die!!"

Feng Chenglin's heart suddenly surged: "Third Young Master...you mean, my injury..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed and he appeared in a strange environment.

And he was sitting on a bed.

"This is……"

In front of him, a handsome young man in blue was sticking his butt out and squeezing the juice from the medicinal herbs.

"Xiwu, how are you preparing?!" Ling Luoyu walked over quickly.

After hearing about Feng Chenglin, she asked Wuwu to prepare medicinal herbs to regenerate Feng Chenglin's muscles.

"That's good..."

Xuwu soaked two pieces of cloth into the squeezed concoction and handed them to Ling Luoyu.

"I'll prepare the herbs for later use!"

"Um!"

Ling Luoyu took the cloth and turned towards Feng Chenglin.

"Lie down..."

Before Feng Chenglin could react, he was pushed down by Ling Luoyu.

"Restarting the tendons will hurt just as much as when the tendons were cut off, please bear with it!!"

Feng Chenglin was still confused, but now he nodded even more confused.

Drawing out the chaotic soul, Ling Luoyu repaired Feng Chenglin's broken hamstring bit by bit.

Fortunately, he was injured for a short time and his tendons have not atrophied yet. All he needs to do is penetrate them with the power of the chaotic soul, and then hatch them with herbs to assist in their fusion and growth.